Ar thrust his hand inside the front of her nightgown to paw at her breast. She bit her lips and clenched her fists, proud of her ability to resist tem...tation and miserable because there was a part of her that was like her mother - hungry for her man's touch. That, she'd not succeeded in stifling, although maturing had enabled her to control her reactions outwardly.She gasped. Art was turning back her nightgown - pushing one side of the front away - and she felt his breath on her suddenly. The man opened the door for usand as we entered it took us a little while to adjustour eyes to the darkness. It was very dimly lit. Thebar area drew my attention as it was better lit thanthe rest of the place. I took Beth by the arm andescorted her over to the bar. There didn’t seem to bemany people in the place just one couple sat at a tableand two men stood at the bar.Beth hoisted herself up onto a bar stool as I ordereddrinks. As I turned back to Beth I was shocked to seeher wraparound. I couldnt have asked for a better day. We called the boys and begged off from dinner. There was no way we would be back in time. It was almost dark when we arrived back at the house. We had taken a late lunch, so neither of us really wanted to deal with dinner. How about I scare up some more fruit and cheese, bring a bottle of something and meet you on the balcony in about an hour? I could go for a hot shower to get rid of some of this grime, Ann suggested. That sounded like heaven. When I got. But all this time, I was looking for an ideal man to love, a man I actually looked forward to seeing in the morning, a man who didn’t mind my straying occasionally in search of new cock or pussy, a man who didn’t have STDs. A man who didn’t have a family from a previous relationship. And, what the hell, let’s go for broke ... a man who wasn’t fertile. I figured that my chances of finding such a man were a billion to one.So when I went to the bar with Michael, my hopes weren’t very high. But as.